Jamie and Chari;Together forever;A futile endeavor;I shall never marry.
My inner compass never ceases spinning.Like the needle, round, i am running.It doesn't stop, but i'm getting weary.My hour glass's top's waning; For my future i worry.
Against the cold of the world,Which fate and circumstance hurled,I started a fine fireLike Rocky who i so admire.There are times when i am lost,And my fire is exhaust.Sometimes the world gets colder,And my burdens become heavier..This is when i fuel my fire.To get power i so desire;I put a forest fire in a lamp,Now a foolish attempt.Alas this fire has me consumed,When rage was the answer, i assumed.
My heartColdTakenStill not empty.Not brokenAs novels depict.Glued together byMemories of you. Oh my.I feared every of your cry,And relised your voices when high.Now this broken vase is holding,The only memories of us i have.The hours for sweet dreams to last have ended.But i'll still love you after death.
The dark of the night,My sole companion.Cos i saw the light,Of broken union.I thought you were mine,Our love asinsine.Til i heard othersProclaim the same too.